Walking to the bus stop
It is the season when the ball drop
It is brick outside ( Yeah)
It is brick outside ( Yeah)
Walking to the bus stop
It is the season when the ball drop
It is brick outside ( Yeah)
It is brick outside ( Yeah)

Walking from Sherali’s
Mine as well use a trolly
In the winter
Chap lips for trying to be a grinner
With no chap stick
You know you on yo last lick before the burn
I know you wish you see them city bus wheels turn.
Hop up on that warm bus
Your muscles now feel marvelous
Give them that in God we trust
And Sit down and don’t cause a fuss
You know that bus smell
Plastic and people
Got to do it after work or school that be the sequel
A few miles could be a couple hours
And in that point time you want to tap into a couple powers
Home of sour and power
Now legal in flowers
Next album gonna be a hour

Walking to the bus stop
It is the season when the ball drop
It is brick outside ( Yeah)
It is brick outside ( Yeah)
Walking to the bus stop
It is the season when the ball drop
It is brick outside ( Yeah)
It is brick outside ( Yeah)

All black wool hat with the gloves to match
To keep your thumbs attached
So you could touch a fresh batch of your Moms cooking
We don’t want you looking
Frost bite
The temperature it drops at night
Scarf on double socks
Wheat tims stomping rocks
Windchill , Standstill
You bugging
My hands be hugging
My body I be rubbing ,to keep me warm
While I stand inline and sing my song like
Thank God for the bus
It pulled up empty so you know that be a plus
When I get home I’m a soak my toes
Before that I’m a blow my nose
Walking to the bus stop
It is the season when the ball drop
It is brick outside ( Yeah)
It is brick outside ( Yeah)
Walking to the bus stop
It is the season when the ball drop
It is brick outside ( Yeah)
It is brick outside ( Yeah)